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Finding his pistol, he also found again how light she was when he carried her out of Gomorrah, her arms unwilling to let him go. None of the strippers dancing in the lounge even noticed him, their cares and bodies a thousand miles from the hopeless dreams that had brought them to the Strip. The blood on his suit dried by the time they reached the foyer until it was unnoticeable, and nobody batted an eye.

And he kept walking, until they were in the warm confines of the Lucky 38 and she was hunched up with her arms around her knees on one of the love seats in the lounge, realizing what a mess everything was all over again. He had brought her some tea flavored with agave syrup, and also strong black coffee for himself and they sat on the couch and listened to the radio for a while as she composed herself.

Then, she’d scooted closer to him in the dirty dimness, and their sides had touched like nervous youths at their first pre-war prom. She laughed then and called him something crass but playful, and her hands had squeezed one of his much larger ones. When he had reached down to pull her close, she had let him, and his sigh of pleasure at her touch had been far more real than any time he had ever touched a lover.

That feeling, in the end, was what he had really wanted all of his life from this dried up husk of their world. Lovers, as he had told her, made poor confidants. But he could always confide in her and she never loved anybody in such a way, only lent herself to the winds and asked them to clothe and shelter her, as if this was the only romance she would ever care to know.

He remembered her whispered ‘thank you’, and the warmth of her tears on his lapel. And when the morning sun rose, he half expected her to be gone, only to find her nestled innocently against him as if nothing had happened to frighten her there. Her dress had been rumpled, and his suit had been a mess, but it felt so perfect in the first rays of warmth through the grimy windows that he had merely remained, watching her breathe until her eyes had opened and she had smiled.

Their trek for the fate of the bear and the bull continued, and he no longer questioned these feelings. Together, they were like nothing, were nothing, the Mojave had ever seen.

And in truth, it no longer mattered. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, he reasoned. There was little meaning in the how and the why, the distance or the mission. He simply wished it would never end.

Fin

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero- Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.

(Authoranon says: Well, I tried to think of something original for her to be saved from (as opposed to the overused 'rape' theme I seem to pull out of my hat wayyy too often), hope if wasn't too outlandish for you. I remember the first time my LW saw a centaur...the result wasn't good for anybody involved, so I hope the sentiment is understandable. Captcha says 'remnant save'...my God captcha, you are too good at this!)

Lovely fill. It's nice to see Arcade capable and in charge!

Thank you for enjoying it and telling me so. Like I said, different style for me, so it's nice to see people like that, gives me more confidence to keep filling things for the meme.

I really enjoyed this. There was so much personality to both characters, and the peril to be rescued from was unique and terrifying (Cachino would so do something that crazy!).

Thanks! Ya, Cachino is a crazy mofo as far as I'm concerned. Not to be trusted, and it never really felt right leaving him in charge, even as head of a strip joint. It was a weird scenario, and I was a little unsure, so I'm glad it worked, I wanted something original. As for the characterization, thank you for telling me that it worked too. That seemed to be what the OP wanted, so it's nice to know I succeeded there as well, since I always consider my fills to be gifts.

This is the OP, and I cannot believe I missed this for so long.

This was fucking beautiful, anon. Your style is beautiful, the originality of the rescue was beautiful, and YOU are beautiful.

"That feeling, in the end, was what he had really wanted all of his life from this dried up husk of their world. Lovers, as he had told her, made poor confidants. But he could always confide in her and she never loved anybody in such a way, only lent herself to the winds and asked them to clothe and shelter her, as if this was the only romance she would ever care to know."

That line right there sums up exactly the relationship I envision between Arcade and my Courier. Also, it made me legitimately weep. So gorgeous.

I love you so much right now! Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing.

AWWW OP, your comment made my night! Sorry I missed it for so long! I have to thank you for the prompt though, the fill practically wrote itself, and as I consider them gifts, the fact that you loved it makes the time spent worthwhileXinfinity :)

Late, but my God this is one of my favorites. I've never seen anyone pull off a romantic-but-asexual relationship before, and you write it perfectly. Your Courier is fun, intelligent and flavorful without being overdone, and your Arcade is smart and witty while containing a rich inner self that we don't see in the game but doesn't come off as out of character. Bravo damn it, and never stop writing.

I cannot find the words to express how much I love this fill, A!A. It's so beautiful and elegantly written and just- ahhh, I love it!

There are no words to explain this masterpiece. I could only wish I have a friendship like Arcade's and the Courier's in this fill *sighs dreamily*

And the rescue was very original and relatable (i never stop getting scared when I see those things), definitely a pleasant surprise. And that ending. Oh gosh, my heart.

Thank you very very much, A!A <3

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